Kiss Kill by Dan Noble

Kiss Kill

by Dan Noble

I write things. And then they happen.

I had heard of a woman in New York, who had managed to blur the lines between fiction and reality, who’d warped the natural order somehow. My research on this woman never brought up anything definitive. But she’d disappeared and there were claims by a mysteriously named Dr. P, that she’d managed to focus her mind’s participation in a story to such a strong degree that she’d actually been physically absorbed into it. Given my guilt (however ridiculous) over having apparently written Olivia’s death into reality, I’d become obsessed with the idea. This is not the kind of thing I would share with anyone. Especially Gav. And mostly I didn’t believe it, but lately, I could see how—in the right circumstances, with the right person—such a thing could, maybe happen.